Your optimism is intoxicating.It is like a poultice for my spirit wound.

When I poke it, the cockroaches of hope pour out.

I like to celebrate the day after Earth Day.Dress the kids up in hoodies, push a cart around, scavenge for food,cough up lungs are a few of the time-honored traditions.Some of the other traditions are not talked about.

Even today they ask me with their dead eyes...Where was I when their huge boots stomped our grass..Where was I when they poured out by the thousands from their tiny cars...Where was I when our women and children were forced to wear white makeup!I can never answer them! Oh why did I have to live!?!